The dagger slipped from her hand.
Qiao Yuxian reached with her left hand to grab it, but Wuqi knocked her hand away.
She immediately distanced herself from him.
In the next second, Wuqi picked up the dagger and lunged at her.
The attack was so fast that she had no time to retract her right arm.
She could only clutch her right arm and dodge continually.
The dagger in Wuqi's hand moved so quickly it left afterimages.
From beginning to end, Wuqi's expression didn't change even once.
He was like a puppet, with only one expression.
He barely blinked.
He just stared directly at you.
Inside his eyes lurked a murderous intent and a bloodthirsty excitement.
An excitement as if he wanted to capture you and chop you into pieces.
Apart from that, he showed no anger, no fear, no pain, nothing.
Like a programmed puppet.
Qiao Yuxian dodged swiftly; when he attempted another horizontal cut, she leaned back to avoid it, and before he could strike again, she kicked him in the stomach.
